Portia
After using the bathroom and washing my hands, I return to the bedroom where Callahan is texting someone. He tucks the phone into his pocket when he sees me.
"I want to get dressed. See Nathan."
"You should stay in bed. Clothes aren't going to feel good on your skin."
I shake my head, walk toward the closet.
"This is what I mean about your faults. For starters, you're stubborn as a mule," he mutters, taking my arm, his touch light.
"You mean as stubborn as you?"
"Get back in bed. I'll get you something."
"I'm fine."
"You're far from fine." He comes to stand a few inches from me. "Get back in bed. Don't make me put you there."
I raise my eyebrows, fold my arms across my chest. "You'd put me there?"
"And I'd tie you down if I needed to."
"I'm not even...How exactly would y
